[Intro: 2Pac]
I ain't got no motherf**ing friends
What y'all n***as talking about?
Hell yeah I'mma do this motherf**ing track
And they know exactly who I'm talking about, too, you old b**h-made n***as
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Cause uh, n***as talk plenty sh**, so many tricks
I f**ed your b**h cause I'm true to this, witness the hit
You talk bad about a n***a when I got blasted
Hope you made a little money while the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa n***a, how you figure?
Cause to me you'll always be a phoney fat n***a
I can't be copied even wearing Versace, n***a you run or ruck
Scared as f**, if the guns would bust, now n***as talk
I got a list of player haters and fakes
You b**h n***as getting blown away
You cross-eyed Down syndrome crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough? Now that's crazy
I got your a** in my sight, n***as dying tonight
We screaming, "West Side for life"
And I can't wait to see you n***as in traffic cause we gonna get 'em up
When you see me, you better bust cause I'm a hit 'em up
[Hook: 2Pac]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
n***a we hit 'em up
[Verse 2: Napolean]
It's hard to explain, this wasn't my thang when I was younger
Before my sh**, I swear to God, I'll make you stick just to make a come up
n***as run up cause more murder for the money
Got caught up tryna make a harder record, should have been on checked
Cause I bet you and it's for life
You'll never gonna see a n***a like me wanting a battle up on T.V
I'd rather release some of these
And put a slug to you buster a** n***as that continue to squeeze
I got some n***as back in Jersey that would rather be jacking cars
And robbing b**h n***as like y'all for emergency
Let's take it back to the West Side
Them n***as sure gonna be riders and plus we Thug Life n***as, so call us multiply
Finger on the trigger, b**hes stand and rise
But we don't trust 'em and they might be the first that we gonna bust up
Just label me a Bad Boy k**er
You Mobb Deep b**hes gonna feel us when we turn into k**ers
Hit 'em up
[Verse 3: E.D.I Amin]
Now this is me, BBK all day, ain't no blunt, ain't no creeping
Strictly Bad Boy k**ing, shoot that a** like a squealer
Now let this motherf**ing top down, I'm fitting to drop rounds
Letting these sounds, pop and then I'm hot bound
Seeing them shatter, shooting my sh** to work a lease go
What's up to the riders in L.A, don't preach on up to the East O
Shooting that so, C-Lo, circle, that sh** don't hurt you
___________ made to turn you purple
Wanna take a plane, but we enemies to the game
Well get that a** tamed, simple and plain, y'all know the name
Drama, riders, through the whole night
n***as get taught, then we bobbin' through, they hits slow
No need for running cause we don't give a f**
Beside the funky man, we got to hit they a** on up
[Verse 4: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way, yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle storming, n***a don't need your fat a** in California
I catch you on any East Coast corner and you's a goner
Puffy weaker than f**ing block, I'm running through n***a
And I'm smoking Junior M.A.F.I.A in front of you n***a
With the ready power, tucking my gats under my Eddie Bauer
You clothes petty sour, I push packages every hour
My sons past when slapping nickels on gla** 40s
So hand me cash, you made on that F without your a** shorty
I got a team of simple boutable souls
With my ears like Yoda quick as a cobra and never sober
[Verse 5: Khadafi]
I'm on a 12 O' Clock cruise to Brooklyn and I'm looking
For the thirl in your barrel ready to get his life tooken
So where your k**ers at you fake trick
E.D.I. will leave your coward a** stripped and a full clip in your stomach
You been all year n***a running
Popping every coward and every n***a behind you
I made it about impossible
For you n***as to escape another 'mergency visit to the hospital
I can't wait meet up with all you b**hes in the streets
So I can leave all you cowards leaking in your f**ing seats
When we hit 'em up
[Verse 6: Storm]
If you a big bad mothaf**er come step to this
I got points in the clip and worms on the tits
Who wanna test this to the 1 2 3 bound to get they a** put under
Cause the Storm is bringing nothing but thunder
Who's the bomb n***a quick to feel that ichy finger
Situation of my nine who's the bigger trigger
I approached a true G you though I was easy
Now you begging on your knees pleasey